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I cannot remember my dreams when I wake up. This is your life, your sobriety. This is why I sleep in so late. This is why I can't remember. I'm sorry for everything, just like a martyr. We all feel sorry for ourselves, but you know, maybe we should. We'll never want to believe the truth. The definition of truth is a question to me. When so much that we do is twisted. We like to pretend that makes it harder to accept. Most of us are afraid, but I guess there really is no blame. It does help to just forget and get some sleep. From Letras Mania